It’s been weeks since you last saw Mattheo, and you swore it was over — for good this time. But deep down, you knew that was a lie. No matter how many times he pushes you away or leaves you broken, he has this hold on you, one you can’t seem to break free from.

The door to your dorm swings open, and there he is — Mattheo. He leans against the doorframe, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, but there’s something darker behind his eyes, something more broken than before.

“You’re avoiding me,” he says.

You sigh. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

He shrugs, stepping further into your room, shutting the door behind him. “Just came to check on my princess”

“I’m not your princess” you reply. “Not anymore.”

Mattheo’s smirk fades, and he takes another step toward you. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” His fingers reach up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. “You’ll always be mine.”

You flinch at the contact, but you don’t pull away. His touch is intoxicating, and despite everything — despite all the pain and the chaos — part of you craves it. Craves him.

“Mattheo, we’re done. We’re toxic, you know that,” you say softly.

But he only chuckles, shaking his head. “You keep saying that. But yet, here we are.”

“Because I’m trying to help you. But you… you don’t care. You’re spiraling! Draco and Theo have tried to talk to you. I’ve tried. You’re destroying yourself. The addiction, the anger — you’re not the same person anymore.”

His jaw clenches, and for a moment, his façade cracks. “I’m still me,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. “And you… you’re still mine.”

His lips crash against yours as if he’s trying to prove something. But then the reality of it all hits you, and you break the kiss, pushing him away. “No, Mattheo. This has to stop.”

He looks at you, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Stop what? This?” He gestures between the two of you. “This thing between us? You can’t stop it. You know that.”